The Poet’s Corner

A Secret Life

We say our prayers, kiss goodnight,

and off you go to sleep tight.

I run away into my words.

Not just my words, but all of the words.

I read them, I write them, and recite them.

I find comfort

Someone has come before me,

and already felt what I now feel.

I will survive till morning,

everyone else did

thus so shall I.

~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~

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